Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1887-12-13
LOST AND FOUND.
Edward Vilo and the Little Woman in .
Mexican Wilderness.

Mexican Wilderness.
Especial Correspondence
RANELU CARROLL Mexico, Nov. Ito
be lost in a Mexican forest is not so funny
as it might appear to some, who sit by
their fire and recall their childish adven-
ture of getting lost on the hillside farm;
for this forest is almost endless, and is
certainly trackless, and if we went north
or south or west we should never get out
of it, and we didn't know which way east
was.
Come, my little wife, don't give up!
We can't be far away from the ranch. If
we only could tell which way was east
howl
"Oh, 1 know how to telll' she said,
rousing. You must stand with your
face to the north and your back to the
south, and your left hand will always
point to the west and your right to the
east. Don't you know 1t says that in
the Biographies. So that is easy enough,
but, Edward, which is northY'
At this instant, as she realized that we
knew no more about the north than east,
she collapsed again, and l was thinking
desperately Of trying to climb the tallest
tree in the neighborhood. l saw little
CLINT Of sunshine which somehow filtered
through, and that instantly set me right
on the east and west. So told her and
we got ON the way as quickly as possible,
and we walked briskly as possible toward
The east, until it grew so dark we could
scarcely see, when suddenly we came to
the very spot where she had dropped her
flowers.
l confess l was really frightened, and
began to discuss the question as to
whether we were never to find our way
out of this interminablo forest Still
tried to put brave face on it, and finally
told her that | was too tired to go any
further, and in spite Of her protest and
tears managed to gather bits of branches
and decayed wood enough to make u fire,
and we sat down and cuddleu close to it,
and soon, il spite Of her fears, the dear
child went to sleep in my arms and lay
there the whole long night as quiet as
tired babe, while was too frightened to
allow myself to sleep.
Daylight was never so welcome to me,
and as soon us it was fairly light We start
cd again toward the lightest part Of the
forest, and inside of fifteen minutes we
were out on the plain. But how We
simply pushed our way through u thicket
of thick lcaycd chaparral, and when VIC
opened our eyes, which we had closed to
protect them from stray branches, we
were in the full sunlight. Just SO does
Mexico surprise You at every turn.
We could not see the Carroll ranch, but
there was n curious looking structure
about half mile away, and to that we
went and found it to be n primitive sugar
mill, which belonged to the ranch. Here
there were several men and boys, mule
or so, working ut the mill, grinding the
cane and squeezing out the juice, which
was carried on down through primitive
trough to place where it was boiled
down to molasseS, and aftcrward il was
cryStallizeu i'll some occult manner, which
we did not tarry to discover. A pretty
little boy with dazzling teeth offered
handful Of moist sugar, or pamela, to the
little woman, and she made snort work Of
it, saying, II never knew sugar was good
to eat before" | tried some too, and it
did taste good. We hurried on with the
little boy as guide, and in an hour reached
the ranch, where there was the widest
rejoicing, the women crowding around
my wife and caressing her tcnderly,
calling her pobrecita carita, and pobre
nina, and Il hundred other tender names.
The don had been frightened nearly out
OF his wits, and had sent mon in every di-
rcction, but 10 one had seen us go and
therefore they had no indication. They
had sent several miles for IN Indian to
come VINO was an expert in following
trails, and they intended organizing n
careful search The driver had decided
that evil spirits had carried us Off, and
tiI&t hc had always suspected us of being
il league with the evil one. breakfast
was ready and we sat down with he fam
lily and rcjoiccl the matron's heart by our
Gppetites, for If you do not eat much they
f2a- you don't Ike their cooking. All
the while tic kind hearted women were
pattinG the little American on the should
ers and hand, and saying "pobrccita.
All OF q sudden she turned to me like n
tragedy queen and said solemnly, I'D
ward, why didn't You remind me to put
up Lay cri'nps last night"
EDWARD WHO.